Friday, April 27, 2007
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The Portal To Immortality.
The Portal To Immortality
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nferno: Canto III
"Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eternal, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, you who enter in!"
These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: "Their sense is, Master, hard to me!"
And he to me, as one experienced:
"Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
We to the place have come, where I have told thee
You shalt behold the people dolorous
Who have foregone the good of intellect."
And after he had laid his hand on mine
With joyful mind, whence I was comforted,
He led me in among the secret things.
There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud
Resounded through the air without a star,
Then I, at the beginning, wept there after.
Languages diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
For ever in that air for ever black,
Even as the sand races about, when the whirlwind breathes.
And I, who had my head with horror bound,
Said: "Master, what is this which now I hear?
What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?"
And he to me: "This miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived with out infamy or praise.
Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
Nor faithful were to God, but were for self.
The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
Nor them the lower abyss receives,
For glory none the damned would have from them."
And I: "O Master, what so grievous is
To these, that make them lament so sore?"
He answered: "I will tell thee very briefly.
These have no longer any hope of death;
And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
They envious are of every other fate.
No fame of them the world permits to be;
Misericord and Justice both disdain them.
Let us not speak of them, but look, and pass."
And I, who looked again, beheld a banner,
Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly,
That of all pause it seemed to me indignant;
And after it there came so long a train
Of people, that I ne'er would have believed
That ever Death so many had undone.
Inferno Canto III -Dante Alighieri
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nferno: Canto III
"Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eternal, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, you who enter in!"
These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: "Their sense is, Master, hard to me!"
And he to me, as one experienced:
"Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
We to the place have come, where I have told thee
You shalt behold the people dolorous
Who have foregone the good of intellect."
And after he had laid his hand on mine
With joyful mind, whence I was comforted,
He led me in among the secret things.
There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud
Resounded through the air without a star,
Then I, at the beginning, wept there after.
Languages diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
For ever in that air for ever black,
Even as the sand races about, when the whirlwind breathes.
And I, who had my head with horror bound,
Said: "Master, what is this which now I hear?
What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?"
And he to me: "This miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived with out infamy or praise.
Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
Nor faithful were to God, but were for self.
The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
Nor them the lower abyss receives,
For glory none the damned would have from them."
And I: "O Master, what so grievous is
To these, that make them lament so sore?"
He answered: "I will tell thee very briefly.
These have no longer any hope of death;
And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
They envious are of every other fate.
No fame of them the world permits to be;
Misericord and Justice both disdain them.
Let us not speak of them, but look, and pass."
And I, who looked again, beheld a banner,
Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly,
That of all pause it seemed to me indignant;
And after it there came so long a train
Of people, that I ne'er would have believed
That ever Death so many had undone.
Inferno Canto III -Dante Alighieri
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Last Conversation Piece
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Sculpture Garden,Hirshhorn Museum,Wahsington,D.C
Juan Muñoz
Spanish, born Madrid, 1953 - 2001
Juan Muñoz came to prominence in the mid-1980s with his gallery installations, in which a single figure or architectural element was isolated spatially through perspectival techniques. Often the figure was a clown or dwarf, and the effect was one of alienation. In 1989, Muñoz began his figurative “conversation pieces”-a Renaissance concept, revived by modern sculptors such as George Segal, in which one or more figures interact with their setting to generate a mood or narrative. Muñoz’s works invite interpretation, but their meaning is never fully explained, as the artist strove to create an enduring sense of mystery.
Sculpture Garden,Hirshhorn Museum,Wahsington,D.C
Juan Muñoz
Spanish, born Madrid, 1953 - 2001
Juan Muñoz came to prominence in the mid-1980s with his gallery installations, in which a single figure or architectural element was isolated spatially through perspectival techniques. Often the figure was a clown or dwarf, and the effect was one of alienation. In 1989, Muñoz began his figurative “conversation pieces”-a Renaissance concept, revived by modern sculptors such as George Segal, in which one or more figures interact with their setting to generate a mood or narrative. Muñoz’s works invite interpretation, but their meaning is never fully explained, as the artist strove to create an enduring sense of mystery.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Louisville , Kentucky
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Bridge connecting the state of Indiana to the state of Kentucky
Spanning the Ohio River.
Bridge connecting the state of Indiana to the state of Kentucky
Spanning the Ohio River.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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